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The West Chelsea location of this mini-chain, which includes a Hell’s Kitchen spot plus another in Chelsea, has a split identity. Scattered with hi-def screens, it hosts the requisite game-viewing parties full of young, boisterous crowds. But it’s hard to really let go when there’s an attempt at fine dining occurring at the same time: Older and better-dressed patrons gather in the dining room, where the menu blithely throws around words like “coriander-scented,” “truffle,” “sautéed broccoli rabe,” and “free-range.” Still, the crab cakes with chipotle mayonnaise taste sublime (too bad about the price-to-portion ratio, rather audacious outside the world of molecular gastronomy), and the home-brewed Tricky Ale is lemony and delightfully light. — Frankie Thomas